My Indian Slut Wife Vidya Ch. 07

"Rajesh," Mr. Sarun told me. "You will now see how to fuck and satisfy your wife. You will watch me plant my seed in her unprotected womb. She will be sullied by my semen and her body belongs to me now."

"Sir," I replied timidly. "It is an honour and pleasure for me if you deposited your seed into my wife."

Mr. Sarun stood up and unbuckled his belt, letting his pants drop to the floor. He then ordered my wife harshly to strip completely naked. I could see that Vidya's pussy was dripping wet, probably anticipating her penetration. As I saw Mr. Sarun bring his massive cock into position, I suddenly got a thought -- was this all a huge mistake? I was knowingly allowing my boss access to my wife at will, for over a week. What if Vidya also started to love the regular feeling of a huge cock in her belly? What if Vidya was becoming enamored with his cock?

Her hips were already slightly undulating as she subconsciously tried to position her cunt to match his thrust. I needed another deep breath as I saw his plump head cover her pussy lips completely and begin to spread them. My wife moaned from deep in her throat and Mr. Sarun placed his hands on her hips to hold her steady. She jumped when the head popped inside and cried out at the intense pleasure of his thickness, and the erotic idea that another man was taking her in front of her husband. Mr. Sarun pushed another inch deeper, withdrew a shiny shaft, and pushed two inches back in. I was mesmerized. Vidya whimpered and gasped.

"Oh God!" Vidya whispered, as she arched her back and grabbed one end of the sofa. My boss continued to sink his cock deeper into her, slowly building a strong, steady rhythm.

"UNGHH!! Sirjee!" Vidya murmured. "I can feel you squirting inside me. Sirjee! It hurts!"

"You like that, eh bitch?" Mr. Sarun snarled.

"Uh huh. UNGHH!! UNGHH!! AAAH! AAH!"

"Get ready for a fuckquake, slut! Who owns your married ass, bitch?"

"UNGHH!! You do, Sirjee."

Mr. Sarun then turned his face to me, even as his cock remained buried deep inside my wife.

"Rajesh, I have changed my mind. Please leave. Your wife is now being fucked by a real man. I am going to do things to her that she may not want you to see."

"I ... er, yes, Sir."

The last sound I heard as I shut the door to the den was a sharp smack, and the sound of Vidya whimpering. There followed a few more smacks. As I left, I tried not to think of what he was doing to her.

Vidya later told me that second night was pretty much like the first.

"Except it was much rougher." She admitted. "The first night almost felt like he was seducing me with all of his sex powers. He had me addicted to his large cock and the highs it was giving me. The second night he brought out his rough side."

"He was like a kid with a new toy. He wanted me in every which way. He made me parade up and down in his bedroom naked. He slapped me quite a few times. He called me names and insulted me and spat at me. He had me spread my legs apart and fingered me. And what gave him the biggest pleasure? That I was complying with everything he said. I obeyed him instantly, without question. He would suddenly grab me, pin me under his body, and shove his dick in me, and I would not even utter a word in protest. He would then turn me over, so I was lying on my face, and proceed to spank my ass, before fucking my gaand. Another night of intense fucking -- I knew he was playing rough, but I couldn't complain. Despite treating me like a whore, he really was fucking me well. Sorry darling, but it had been a couple of dry months. I hadn't had a cock that deep in my pussy for a while, and he knew it."

***

Tuesday morning and afternoon I spent a very busy day at work. Lot of figures to be pored over, lots of calls to be made. Mr. Sarun joined me around an hour into the afternoon, and I tried not to think of how many times he had boned my wife in the morning. When Imtiaz picked us up, it was around 6 pm and it took almost an hour before we reached home due to the traffic.

"Come to my room, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun commanded, as we entered his house.

"Yes, Sir."

"Your wife should be waiting in my room. We need to go over the sales figures again, but I need a quick fuck before that."

"Er ... of course, sir."

Vidya was indeed waiting in his room. If she was surprised at seeing me with my boss, she gave no sign. For all intents and purposes, my wife was now a willing fucktoy and a rakhel of my boss Mr. Sarun. What was more interesting is what she was wearing. Or not wearing.

Vidya was wearing a blouse with just the bottom button closed, and the rest of the buttons were wide open, leaving her humongous tits hanging out. She was wearing nothing else, and was totally naked from waist down. I saw that she had shaved completely, so her pussy was now bare. Mr. Sarun, of course, was fully dressed.

"Vidya, my dear kutti." He went and grabbed her tits, not even caring that her husband was standing less than ten feet away, powerless to intervene. I could only watch as they were now kissing and Vidya was eagerly rubbing her hands across Sarun's crotch area.

It was a different type of kissing; he was biting her lips. Vidya seemed into it as well. She was moving constantly like a cobra, writhing and rubbing her body against my boss's. My wife then reached her hand inside Mr. Sarun's pants and, as if unwrapping a gift, took out his cock.

"Oh dear," she laughed, "I keep forgetting -- it's so big!"

Mr. Sarun laughed. "I know, saali. And I know Rajesh is slightly, shall we say, deficient in that area."

My boss turned to me. "Aren't you, Rajesh? Is your cock small?"

"I ... yes, sir. Much smaller." I shamefully admitted.

My wife continued to stroke my boss's dick.

"This is the biggest thing I have ever seen." She cooed. "It's so beautiful."

Mr. Sarun had a hungry look in his eyes. Vidya licked her lips and rubbed some saliva onto the cock. She was now kneeling, cock in her hands, boobs flopping out of blouse, doing her best to lick and shine the cock.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

Mr. Sarun slapped my wife a few times. Then he ordered Vidya to lie down, spread eagled, on the bed. He walked over to her and spread her legs even further, and tapped his hard cock against her cunt. Her mouth shaped into an "O" as she strained, but took his cock in. I stood there wordlessly and watched him fuck my wife. Not only were his recovery skills fantastic, but his staying power was incredible. I watched jealously as he pounded my eager wife, switching positions with her repeatedly, and making her scream with pleasure once he started to cum.

They were now lying in bed together, both completely naked. The room had a strong smell of sex and sweat, and Vidya was resting her head on my boss's chest and caressing his muscular shoulders and biceps. She had the contented look of a well-fucked woman, even though she had red marks on her cheeks where she had been slapped. A sudden feeling of inadequacy swept over me.

"Rajesh!" Mr. Sarun's voice boomed. "Don't you find it thrilling to see and hear your wife cum like this? I mean -- here is this woman you love — just completely, totally opening herself, with her mind and body, to another man -- your boss."

"Er, yes, Sir. It is very arousing Sir." I admitted. "You can satisfy her sexually far better than me, Sir."

"That's true, Rajesh." Mr. Sarun gently cupped one of Vidya's tits. "Look at her, Rajesh. Look at your wife, you cuckold. She is basking in the sheer sexual joy of a new man who moves and smells and sounds so different from her norm. A large, hard cock -- a real penis for a change. One that touches her in places where she is not used to being touched. Aren't you glad to see how much she enjoys it?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Of course, if I raped her in front of you now, you wouldn't be able to do anything anyways. And neither would your wife stop me. I am a real man, Rajesh, and you are a cuckold."

"Yes, Sir."

Mr. Sarun then started to ask me about the sales figures. I replied, trying to focus as much as I could, while I could see a pool of thick white cum emerge from between my wife's legs. Mr. Sarun's own cock was now limp, and glistening with my wife's cunt juices. Even though it was now soft, it was still way thicker and longer than mine when hard. I felt really small.

And then Mr. Sarun told me to leave, he wanted to fuck Vidya again. He would join me for dinner later. I was being summarily dismissed.

"Yes, Sir."

Later on Vidya told me that it hand ended up with her lying face down, butt up as Mr. Sarun drilled her anal cavity, before withdrawing and cumming on her face.

"That time he was actually tender. You know that he has a great body, with a dick that's big and strong." Vidya recounted. "I think he got his high by leading you to the room and showing you that your wife was readily available to him, naked and willing to please. He had already humiliated you, so he didn't need to treat me roughly. He told me I was just another married bitch serving him sexually. After you left he put his mouth on my breasts and sucked them. He then went back and forth on each breast, playing with each one until I was begging him to fuck me -- to put his cock back into my cunt."

"He didn't immediately relent. Mr. Sarun actually started kissing his way down my stomach and then all the way to my pussy. He even licked my pussy. It felt so delicate -- I actually felt he cared for me. Finally he positioned me doggy style on the bed and slid his dick into me. He drilled my ass for a while before he had me kneel in front of him. He then ejaculated all over my face, bringing me back to reality. It wasn't about me -- it was about his satisfaction."

***

Wednesday was another busy day and I was in the office till 6 pm. Mr. Sarun hadn't showed up all day and I wondered just what he was doing with Vidya. I also realized we were halfway into the week. Just three more days to go before we fly home on Sunday. I returned home (well, Mr. Sarun's home) famished, and eager to have diner.

It was a strange dinner. For one, there was no Vidya at the table.

"She's having her dinner in her room." Mr. Sarun told me when I asked. "She's displeased me today and I am going to punish her after we finish our dinner."

"Oh no." I thought. "I wonder what Vidya has done."

I pleaded with Mr. Sarun to forgive her for whatever she had done, but he would have none of it. It felt really strange to have to beg another man to not punish your wife, and feel so helpless when he said he was going through with it. I could only hope, for Vidya's sake, it wasn't something severe.

Dinner was a somber affair and when it was done, Mr. Sarun had me stand in one corner of the room, along with Imtiaz and Fateh. Rukmani stood at the other end of the room, while Narges was sent to fetch Vidya. It was clear that Mr. Sarun intended to punish Vidya in front of everyone in the household. Later on Fateh would tell me that was common. Whenever Narges or Rukmani displeased Mr. Sarun, he usually spanked or caned them in front of everyone -- especially their husbands -- just to demonstrate his hold over them.

Narges returned, and she had Vidya by the ear. Vidya was dressed in a flimsy black think negligee, and her face was bright red with embarrassment and shame. She tried to avoid my gaze as Narges led her, by the ear, like a naughty school girl, to the edge of the dinner table. I could see Narges twist and pull her ear before letting her stand.

"Please bend over the edge of the table, dear." Mr. Sarun ordered her. "Spread your arms and hold yourself steady, Vidya."

"Yes, Sirjee."

It was amazing how submissively Vidya was taking in her punishment. I knew Gaurav caned her a few times but that was BDSM -- or kinky sex. This was a proper punishment.

Vidya bent over the table and gripped its sides for support. Narges bent down and pulled her nightie up, exposing her bare buttocks to all of us. I could already see sharp red streaks on her fair ass -- it was evident she had already been caned in the morning or afternoon.

"Vidya, the first morning I had warned you that any disobedience or displeasure caused by you would result in a swift punishment."

Vidya gulped. "Yes, Sirjee."

"Twenty spanks." Mr. Sarun announced, readying his hand. "Count them out, Vidya."

"Yes, Sirjee."

WHACK!

Vidya's whole delicate body quivered and shook as Mr. Sarun brought down his powerful hand square on her buttocks, making a sharp, resounding noise.

"One!" Vidya gamely counted.

WHACK!

"Two!"

I, her husband, could only watch and avert my eyes as my wife was spanked in front of me like a delinquent school girl.

WHACK!

"Three!"

WHACK!

"Four!"

WHACK!

"Five!"

And so it continued, as I stood by defenselessly watching while another man spanked my wife in full view of everyone in the house. After twenty swats, Vidya's ass was bright red and smarting, and she was shivering, her eyes stained with tears and her voice whimpering.

Mr. Sarun then came forward and stood directly behind her, his crotch touching her red smarting ass. Then he unzipped and pulled out his rock hard pecker. With a grunt, he pushed it into my wife's butt.

"Mmmph!" Vidya could only grunt as Mr. Sarun started to fuck her butt. We all watched as Mr. Sarun took my wife's ass right there on the dining table. The table shook as he hammered a limp Vidya. With a loud groan, he started to ejaculate. When he was done, he wiped his dick against her negligee, zipped up and then went to his room. Just before leaving, he harshly ordered my wife to follow him.

Vidya was in a daze. She stood up, her hair tousled and her face tear-stained. Spunk dribbled down her legs as she walked and demurely followed my boss down the hallway.

* * *

Thursday passed with no incidents outside of ordinary. Well, if you consider working all day while your boss is bonking your wife ordinary. I returned home to find them by the pool. My boss Mr. Sarun was seated on one of the deck chairs with Vidya on his lap, with her back to him. His enormous dark cock was clearly penetrating her cunt, as his large fingers manipulated her clit. Vidya's eyes were closed, and she was softly but ecstatically moaning.

I turned to leave. Even as I walked down the pathway back to the house, it was impossible to ignore Vidya and Mr. Sarun becoming increasingly vocal as they built towards a simultaneous climax.

Vidya, especially, was totally uninhibited, shouting out, "Oh God, what a cock ... I've never felt so filled, Sirjee. Please keep fucking me ... Oh yes! Go, go, go, go ... shoot your juice into me, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! UNGHH!! UNGHH!!"

Mr. Sarun, of course, wasted no time in slamming his meat into her. I stood and turned back, fascinated, and watched. At this point, I could see Mr. Sarun's legs tense as he started to cum deep in my wife's unprotected womb. Vidya was humping him back and trying to take him in as deep as she could. As their climax subsided, Mr. Sarun patted Vidya on her side. She obediently stood up, as did Mr. Sarun.

They French-kissed for a few minutes, even as cum-trails were clearly leaking down her legs. Then Mr. Sarun pushed her down to kneel in front of him so that she could suck on his cock for a while. He was already hard again! But he clearly did not want to cum in her mouth. Mr. Sarun then turned Vidya round to kneel over the deck chair, and slammed into her cunt from behind, and very soon they were going at it like two rabbits, unconcerned about who could see them. In minutes, Mr. Sarun's buttocks tensed as he shot yet another of his seed up into my wife's evidently very willing pussy.

It was a quiet moment, but I didn't miss it. I watched as my wife's lover froze atop her, her eyes shut as if in a dream, even as their bodies twitched in unison, as his massive manhood started to pump huge volumes of baby making cum deep inside her belly. I left, but even if I was there, they seemed oblivious to my presence. Vidya's eyes were so glazed that I'm not sure she even realized I was there.

***

Friday morning both Mr. Sarun and I were at work. It was the final day of contract negotiations with the foreign company, and not even Vidya could tempt Mr. Sarun away. We slaved away the whole day, and Imtiaz picked us up at around 930 pm.

Let me tell you what happened to Vidya that afternoon.

She had slept the whole morning, free from the amorous attacks of my boss who was with me. At around eleven she had woken up, taken a shower and then had breakfast. Sharply at noon, there was a knock on her door. It was Narges.

"Memsaab."

"Yes, Narges?"

"Do you know that you are to serve Imtiaz and Fateh today?"

Vidya nodded. My boss has told her this morning that she was to gift herself to Imtiaz and Fateh in the afternoon.

"Those two cuckolds," Mr. Sarun had laughed. "They lead a wretched life. Whenever I am here I fuck and treat their wives like chattel in front of them, and they have to smile and endure it because I support their needy families back in the village. The least I can do is share my new maal with them."

"Yes, Sirjee." Vidya had said. Mr. Sarun had just called her a "maal", or a product, and like all good products, she was to be shared. So Vidya now told Narges that yes, she was ready for them.

"Good." Narges said. She turned to leave, but something made her turn back.

Then she beckoned Vidya to approach him. She did so and Narges told her to bend down.

"Get on all fours. Yes, like that. Good!" Narges approved of how quickly Vidya was obeying her now. "Now turn so that your ass points to the door. Now crawl back so that you are just a few feet from the door."

Vidya did as she was told. Her butt was pointing to the door.

Narges then opened the door slightly.

"My husband Fateh will come here in about twenty minutes. Keep this door open and be in this very position when he enters. Be completely naked. I don't want to hear that he saw a stich of clothing on you."

"Yes, Narges."

In about twenty minutes, Vidya had stripped so that she was now completely naked. She went down on all fours, just as Narges had ordered, and crawled back until her butt was a few feet away from the door. There she remained, like a dog, until Fateh opened the door.

"Very nice, Madam, very nice," Was all he said.

"Thank you," Vidya replied meekly. That was all the conversation they were to have.

Fateh squatted on the ground and brought his face close to Vidya and kissed her. Vidya was getting a little tired remaining on all fours, but she returned his kisses with enthusiasm. After all, Mr. Sarun had ordered her to completely satisfy the staff.

Fateh didn't speak. He stood up and removed his clothes one by one. His penis was small, and as Vidya knew, Fateh was old -- and his penis looked it. Still it was thick, waiting for some action. It was evident that he was looking forward to fucking Vidya -- he was already aroused. After stripping completely, he started licking Vidya's cunt lips furiously. Vidya began to moan.

This went on for about a minute, and then, Fateh walked around to stand behind her and entered Vidya's cunt from behind, and commenced fucking her furiously. Even Vidya started to push her ass back into him. Pretty soon, Fateh had a good rhythm going and was porking my wife violently. With his second hand, he kept spanking Vidya's ass cheeks. It was clear he had learnt a few things from watching Mr. Sarun.

Then suddenly, he removed his dick from her cunt and pressed it on her anus. There had been no lubrication, and Vidya feared he would hurt her -- but Fateh was no Mr. Sarun. He pushed and pushed and soon he was completely in, his pubic hair brushing against her butt.